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Knight in Shining Armor (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Requested by: @cometoceantrenches ( Okie since you take requests, is it okay if you write smth with our boi Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other?? im sorry if its long af, you just write rlly well *ugly cries*)

Summary: While waiting for the Snow Ball to end, Steve and you catch up at a local cafe where they recount the events of the demo-dogs, and then conversation becomes personal.

Word Count: 3013

Warnings: fluffy af and some smooches. Also get’s a bit emotional towards the end. lets also assume he’s always ooc to me

Note: if there is another gif that kills me it’s also this one!  I kind of just a little went overboard and it’s pretty long but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Enjoy!!!

Minor Spoilers of Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

“Do I look okay?” your sister Jen asked for the 100th time from the backseat of your mother’s car. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at her.

“You look great, Jen,” you replied.

“You didn’t even look!” she cried.

For perhaps the third time you spun yourself around to take a look at your sister who was all dolled up and ready for the Snow ball.

“You look beautiful, now stop asking and stop touching your hair,” you slapped her hand away lightly, she flinched and grumbled. You knew she had a crush on one of the boys there, she just wouldn’t tell you who it was. But by how nervous she was, and how she was acting, you knew what was bothering her.

“Hey…whoever this boy you’re crushing over…he’s gonna think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room okay? And he’s going to ask you to dance,” you said, fixing her hair for her. Jen blushed.

“And if he doesn’t?”

You scoffed, “Then he’s a damn idiot, and you’re too good for him,” Jen let out a laugh. Your mother glanced at you two before pulling up in front of the school, behind another car who was dropping off their kid.

Unfortunately for you, your mother had wanted you to stick around the parking lot all night and wait for the Snow ball to end. Also, it was really, really cold out there. But, you didn’t want your mom to worry over Jen all night, so you agreed to stay. You would find something to do, even if that included freezing to death.

Death. Hah. That word honestly didn’t even faze you that much anymore, not after what had occurred in the past month. Images of alien like dog creatures Dustin had called ‘Demo-dogs’ flashed through your mind, especially of the one he called ‘Dart’ who nearly chewed your face off. And then there was that girl with the slicked back hair who everyone seemed to recognize except for you and Steve. Apparently, she had superpowers and helped close the gate and saved the world or something. You honestly didn’t know what to believe, or even do with all this newfound information.

You guessed life would just go on eventually, and somehow you’d manage to live past it.

You stood next to your sister, both of you waving good-bye to your mother, who yelled, “Have a good time and be safe!” before driving off and out of the drop-off zone. Jen sighed, flattening down her light pink dress.

“Are you really going to stay out here all night?” Jen asked as you both walked towards the entrance, you shrugged.

“It’ll be fun- staying out here all by myself in the freezing cold in order to avoid my past middle school teachers trying to catch up with me,” Jen laughed, stopping in front of the entrance and turning to face you.

“Are you sure I look okay, (y/n)?”

You glared slightly at her, pretty sure she’s just taking in the compliments, but you just smiled and held a thumbs up. Jen was about to speak before her eyes caught something behind you. Her cheeks suddenly turned the same color as her dress. You raised a brow, and turned around, seeing who had made her all flustered.

“Dustin?” you asked, the younger boy was surprised to see you here, but not as surprised as you when you saw how much his hair looked super familiar.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?” he asked, you tore your eyes from his hair and pointed behind you.

“Just dropping off Jen-” but when you turned around, she was gone and already in the gym. You blinked, huffing slightly as you realized that Dustin was the boy she was so keen on. You laughed lightly, thinking that it was the cutest thing ever.

Your mind went back to Dustin’s hairstyle the moment you looked back at him.

“Okay- tell me right now…is Steve your role model or something?” You asked, jokingly. Dustin gave you an annoyed look before you chuckled, “You look great kiddo, now go in there and for the love of god find Jen and ask her to dance,” you winked. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.

“Wait- what? really?”

You clicked your tongue before your eyes went to the car Dustin had gotten out of. Your jaw dropped when you instantly recognized it as Steve’s. Dustin noticed your excitement and gave a smug smile.

“He’s staying because he saw you and is hoping you’ll go over there to talk or something,” he said nonchalantly, you side-glanced Dustin, seeing him look at the car and wave. You can just feel Steve’s glare on the kid. You merely laughed it off.

“Don’t you have a ball to attend, kid?” you asked, Dustin cursed softly and walked into the entrance, muttering something about asking Jen to dance, a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest before turning and starting to walk over to Steve’s car.

You leaned down to his open window, a toothy grin and asked, “Is that you Steve? My knight in shining armor?” Steve smiled at the sight of you, and waved your comment off.

“Yeah, the one and only,” he responded, knowing you were referring to when he saved you from losing your face to some demo-dog, “Are you going to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Gotta stay here until it ends and make sure Jen is still alive after or something,” you shrugged, Steve laughed.

“Oh no- that’s not okay,” he said, “As your knight in shining armor, I’m going to save you from freezing to death…” he reached over and opened the car door, his other hand still resting on the wheel. You put your hand over your heart.

“Wow…what a gentlemen,” you commented as you climbed into his car, Steve shrugged, eyes still resting on you. You didn’t notice the way he stared at you, like Dustin had noticed when Steve pulled up and saw you.

“That’s what I am, didn’t you know?”

You just hummed, hugging your arms closer to you. Steve noticed, eying your shivering form before an idea popped in his mind.

“Wanna go get a warm drink or something?” he asked, you tilted your head in thought.

“Warm drink? You mean like coffee?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.Steve stared at you for a moment, before realizing how stupid he must sound.

“I said that…” he muttered. You snickered, but nodded.

“Yeah, I could go for a warm drink…” Steve cracked a smile, eyes still lingering on yours before starting his car. When he looked away as he began to drive out of the parking lot, you looked at the side of his face, thinking you saw a shade of pink on his cheeks…but it was too dark.

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anonymous asked:


i don’t want to get into which scenes were obviously whedon touched and which ones had snyder’s magic touch all over them, so do not expect me to differentiate them. i’m going to review the film as an experience, a whole experience, because that’s the mindset i watched the movie with

  • we open with the best way they could’ve gone with to turn heads: superman’s still alive. not only is superman still alive, we see him from a bunch of kids’ eyes literally looking up to him. he stops to answer their questions because he cares, because he was a kid once, because he’s human above all else. remember, this is MoS and BvS-era superman, a superman that has all too many things on his mind, a superman who’s still trying to find his footing in this world, and yet he smiles. we’ve never seen him smile this genuinely in the DCEU before which immediately bridges gaps of information we didn’t have before: people love him. people have started bonding with him, with the sense of security he provides. people on their roofs drawing his symbol as a call for help, the way they reverently touched him every chance they got, the nation (if not world?) wide mourning after doomsday… we never got to see the start of it. the reason for it. of course it’s so obvious now that it’s silly to have even questioned it before: BvS was from the eyes of a batman who hated. in reality, in the… i don’t know, actuality of the universe, people had experienced superman mostly positively and we never saw that because we were supposed to go through BvS alongside bruce’s point of view. which honestly? worked like clockwork
  • the music, especially in the opening montage, was so heartbreaking to sit through simply because you have to admit this world is missing a savior. the guilt bruce holds throughout the entire movie isn’t obvious because you’re forced to experience it by watching the result of a could’ve been: this, all of it, is what batman being succesful barely a few movies ago would’ve ended up meaning
  • everyone is amazing. from barry and victor and their friendship being developed throughout the movie, to diana being established in the universe in a way not even bruce is: she’s here. she’s been here. arthur… he went above and beyond my expectations and i was already betting on him big time. people who’ve read aquaman comics can easily tell his characterization was pretty on point, from the loner stance to the subtle jokes. bruce… my god, the roasting he got in the movie… i almost started feeling sorry for him but i’m highkey taking revenge for all the years he’s been an onion in the comics
  • the cgi was breathtaking. i’ve seen people complain it wasn’t good enough, that it felt rushed, but i honest to god have never experienced this smooth and realistic inside the universe’s established rules special effects. the green lantern sequence was unbelievably in accordance to comics which means they can pull off the GL movie spectacularly, steppenwolf? wanted to slap him and his hyperrealistic skin texture then dance capoeira on his stupid face
  • clark after his resurrection is obviously different, he’s finally… superman. he doesn’t stop to think his moves the way he did before, he doesn’t question himself. he’s bonding with everyone, he’s making jokes, and above all else, he’s quick to let bruce know that it’s okay, that he understands. that bruce is still invited to his tea party which he’ll pay for because he’s the rich bitch of the group and also he tried to kill him a year ago so fuck you
  • i’m victor’s cybernetic arm cannon ready to blast off anyone who annoys him

i’ve mentioned superman a lot in this and that’s because, make no mistake, this is a superman movie. Man of Steel, Batman v Superman, Justice League, they’re a superman trilogy akin to a comic arc with three volumes, some of them featuring clark more prominently, some featuring the world without him but in relation to him, yet still remaining a superman title

did the film feel too short? it was. plenty of things were cut that would’ve made it into an even better experience and it was already borderline orgasmic for me, but what we got made me tear up. my childhood heroes that i love were succesfully portrayed and translated into the big screen. so many things that could happen from this point onwards, so much room for hal to barge in and make bruce rethink his new no-murdering-your-teammates stance

An Extensive Eruri Fic Rec

Because this is goodbye. 

Due to some personal reasons, this blog will be going on semi-permanent hiatus. But I’ve loved, still love, Eruri, and this fandom, for so long, and so much, that I needed some closure. And the best way I’ve thought to do that is just to compile the Eruri Fics that I am eternally grateful for having read, and which have all given me so much, and sharing the list with you all. Most of these are classics, I just needed to take the time to thank the authors. Please enjoy, and thank you a thousand times, to all the godly writers this fandom has been blessed with. 

Slow Build/Burn | Good Angst

Dresden by @hedera-helixwriteseruri  

First Eruri fic I ever read, it is the reason I read hundreds more. WWII AU, featuring the perfect blend of amazing plot, realistic characters, and relationships that stay with the reader weeks after finishing. The characterizations in this are unforgettable, and you can never let go. I know I never will.

Listing by @35grams 

Canonverse. Could compete with any literature classic throughout the ages. Hands down one of the best things ever written. Kudos to you if you can finish this without crying. Being numb from grief so the tears won’t flow is cheating and doesn’t count. So poetic. Truly unforgettable. 

Irascible by @bigasstreeslevi

Southern Gothic Modern AU. Engaging, suspenseful, satisfying, from beginning to end. Detective Erwin and Levi is just beautiful. A very thought-provoking and perfectly written read.

The Companion by @everythingshiny

Future AU. I cannot express how much I truly love Nicole’s writing. The plot is so original and the characters are written so beautifully I would do anything to erase my memory so I can reread this again like the first time. This is just as applicable to all of her other fics which I’ve all read, and you should too. 

The Rat Catcher by @birbwin

Modern AU. Anything birbwin writes is a guaranteed masterpiece, Eruri Ficlets & Mc’Drabbles being proof of this (yes, including chapter 47). The Rat Catcher was so eye-opening and stimulating that it’s really a must-read for anyone and everyone. No-one’s the same after reading it.

Cardamom by @lostcauses-noregrets

Modern AU. Again, can never go wrong with lost’s writing. Beautiful, beautiful writing, and you hold such a strong investment to the characters. Really, just go have a look at everything they’ve written. So, so beautiful. Have I mentioned beautiful. Also the go to blog for any asks you may have to do with any canon stuff.

With My Hands Out by @stereobone

Canonverse. Had to put it somewhere, nevermind the header of slow burn. Of course, anything stereobone writes is a deserving classic, and this newest fic is no exception. Original plot, mysterious and perfectly written, it really encapsulates the essence of the characters, and leaves you wondering. A must-read.  

Hilarious Comedy | Generally Fluff(?)

Hazard in the Hallway by @momtaku  

Canonverse. Featuring a very oblivious Commander, and extremely relatable Corps members. A second chapter was! just! added! and I have never felt more blessed.

Alcohol, Eyebrows, and Shattered Noses by @sexycanofsoup

Canonverse. I have never laughed so hard reading any multi-chaptered fic. Actually that’s a lie, Dirty Kisses (must read) got pretty close. I love them, and belied by engaging plot, they’re a must-read. The writing is exquisite and it only ever leaves you wanting more.

Commander, Commander! by @cherryamber

Canon…verse….? Featuring two very different (but also very much the same) worlds. Just read it, I don’t know what else to say. Guaranteed to make you tear up from laughing too much. I’d also highly recommend from Cherry, (everything they’ve written) but in particular Aversion (eye-opening angst); Celebrity Ballroom (mild angst but mainly not(?)) Remember Me and of course, Again. Have I mentioned how much i love Cherry’s writing? (I love it.)


I’d definitely definitely definitely recommend seeing @zedsdead1001 ‘s writing and art; @gouguruheddo ‘s writing and art;  @valisi-clark ‘s writing , @erwinsalive ‘s art, @aileine ‘s art and animations, @seitsensarvi ‘s writing and art, gunpowderlatte’s writing and so so so many others like @blue-sonnet , @emmysmith , @hloneheart@absolute-eruri-trash , who all made me and my tumblr dashboard always filled with such pure eruri happiness. 

Once again, thank you all for making the past couple of years of my life so unexplainably enjoyable. And if you’re new to the fandom, lucky you, you get to discover all these amazing people for the first time.

Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two


“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”


“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”


“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder


She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains


Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”


“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.


Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”


He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth


And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

Sugar burn (part 1)

summary: despite his hard exterior lance loves to spoil and praise his athletes (as well as you) but when you come to visit him at his gym, his acts of kindness are too familiar and insecurities as well as fears rise to the surface

pairing: sugardaddy!lance tucker x reader

word count: 2466

warnings: mentions of sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship

a/n: s/o to the amazing anon who gave me an awesome prompt for this fic!

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

His smile is worth a million dollars, his teeth that peek through his infectious smile gleam and shine more than his Olympic medal does. Lance Tucker is in a good mood and for the past year and a half, he has been nothing but smiles and kind words. His students: the Olympic hopefuls never question it, glad that the once complete and utter asshole has toned down and is now nothing like his former self.

Lance Tucker no longer flirts with anything on legs that walks through the door, in fact, the definition of a bachelor doesn’t even look at other women like they’re a piece of meat. He’s a changed man, his students, as well as his colleagues (including Hope who doesn’t fail to make fun of him claiming he’s gone soft), know it but they don’t know why.

They don’t know that you’re the reason why he showers his students in affection – the good kind not the flirty bordering on sexual harassment kind. They don’t know you’re the reason why he walks through the gym doors every day feeling like both a God and the luckiest man alive. You make him feel all the emotions he had tried too long to pretend he didn’t feel. It was love but not the conventional kind but the kinky kind of love.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2 



Before Harry came back to London, you had always enjoyed that your flat was kind of a drama free zone. You never invited anyone over, except for Felicity who came over on weekends to study, and you always had a sense of clear calm and peace to have your work zone and just enjoy yourself.

But when Harry came back for longer than just a couple weeks, things did become different. You didn’t mind though considering it was technically his apartment, and it was just his space as much as it was yours. But you knew that the only reason the flat had been so quiet was because you had been the only one in it. And now that Harry was back, you both found a way to express yourselves through some louder words every once in a while.

With the arrest of diTorino and his buddies, you really didn’t feel unsafe in any way. But that didn’t seem to matter to Harry as he drove you in silence back to the flat you shared. He was quiet, a brooding angry quiet that you didn’t want to mess with, and you decided not to allow it to bother you in any way as you dropped your keys and shoes at the front door and made your way inside.

You’d seen Harry angry on multiple accounts. There had been the whole cupcake fiasco at Liam’s birthday two years ago, and then that paparazzi that had almost knocked you over during your time in Canada. And though it was scary at times, you never took it that seriously because you knew he was nothing more than a softy on the inside.

So you didn’t take it into thought as Harry slammed the door behind you while you walked over to the kitchen.

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No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse Au / Future Fluff / Future Angst / Future Smut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,140

Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies and blood, gory 

“Find some food Y/n. Find shelter and water. If you see anyone that’s not dead, don’t approach them. Don’t trust anyone.”

Masterlist ♥︎


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To Borrow #6

Here is our little dark cupcake called Saeran. This is definitely AU as he didn’t go to high school or anything like that but hey, I can hope that in another 2D universe he didn’t have such a sucky life and is just the broodier, edgier punk of a kid who shops at Hot Topic/Dangerfield/Off Ya Tree (Aussie here ^_^) and begs his mother for money for a new piercing for his birthday. In my head I could see troubled adolescent Zen and Saeran being besties sans motorcycle gang. 

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Powerful - Jungkook

I was supposed to finish this in November but I got lazy. But here it is!

-Admin Tamra

Listen to Powerful by Major Lazer while reading!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Summary: Jungkook has a girlfriend, but is in love with (Y/N). They’ve been friends with benefits for a while and (Y/N)’s had enough. It’s one or the other.

Type: Angst/Smut Song-Fic (With smut)

Warnings: Sex Scenes

Member: Jeon Jungkook of Bangtan Boys (BTS)

(Y/N) remembers the first time they had sex. Jungkook had gotten into a big argument with his girlfriend and it was the heat of the moment. She remembers the noises the headboard made while it pushed against the wall from the intensity of his thrusts. She also remembered the moans and groans of her name that came from his mouth.

She thought of how his hands felt while they held onto her hips, holding her as he thrust deeper and deeper. His lips, softly sucking on her neck, leaving his mark behind. She’d have to cover those up of course, but they both knew they were there.

They did this every time they got in an argument. He’d usually pop up around 1 AM, she’d open the door, and the next thing you know, they were both in the sheets.

The most amazing thing about their sex was their orgasms. It wasn’t a usual orgasm that lasted for about 10 seconds. It was a very strong orgasm that lasted as long as it could. They could see stars while they orgasmed.

The thing was, is that he was never able to stay. (Y/N) felt so empty when she woke up in the morning, not feeling the warmth that was next to her as she fell asleep.

“You know we can’t do this forever?” She asked, as he slowly pulled out of her.

“I know.” He’d reply as he got up to throw the condom away in the trashcan in the bathroom.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure yet.” It was always his response, and she hated it.

She wanted real love. She wanted to know that when she woke up, he’d still be there. She wanted to know that those ‘I’m not sure yet’s would eventually end up as ‘I’m going to leave her’ or ‘I’m not gonna go back.’ But they never did.

He was her energy. There was a time where she could tell that she was his energy too. But now she wasn’t so sure. He became unfeeling and wasn’t as open with her. He used to talk about what happened while she fell asleep, but know he just rolled over to the side and waited for her to fall asleep.

Little did she know, he felt the same way. She didn’t ask what happened, she just kept quiet, keeping to herself. He was thinking about leaving (Y/N), but he knew he couldn’t allow that. But he couldn’t tell his girlfriend why he had broken up with her.

‘I don’t love you anymore.’

‘I’ve found someone else.’

He thought of things to say but the truth was he’d been cheating on her for the past 3 months with his best friend.

It had happened again, but this time, she had left. Jungkook called you at around twelve and asked for you to come over. 

“We got in an argument again, she left so you can come over.“ 

You bit your lip as you listened to him, it was risky, but you had been craving his touch again. They hadn’t had an argument recently so you’ve been having to get off on your own. 

“Jungkook, that’s risky. She can come home at any moment” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. 

“(Y/N) please, I need you.” He quietly whined and you decided not to make him beg. 

“I’ll be there in 10.”

When you arrived, Jungkook was immediately trying to get his hands in your pants.

“Woah, I don’t even get a hi?” You pouted, pushing his hands away from you.

“Hi.” He says quickly before leaning in and kissing you, his hands attaching to your waist.

You moaned into the kiss and he carried you to his bedroom, not breaking the kiss in the process. He quickly rid you both of your clothes and was working on sliding the condom on his member. His hands were shaking from excitement so you grabbed it from him and slowly slid it on his cock. 

He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, not giving you a moment to adjust. He quickly thrust into you, letting out loud moans with each one. 

His hand moved down to your clit and started rubbing it quickly. Your vision clouded as you clenched around him and released yourself.

You were letting out loud moans, riding out your orgasm as you heard an unknown voice.


You gasped as he quickly pulled out of you and looked in the direction of the voice. 

“Shit.” You quickly got up, ignoring Jungkook talking to his girlfriend, pleading for her to listen.

You got dressed quicker than you ever had before and left without saying a word. As you arrived home, you immediately dropped onto the ground and cried. You cried for hours, before finally passing out from exhaustion around 4 AM.

Weeks. It had been weeks since you’ve heard from Jungkook. No calls, no texts, nothing. You eventually stopped trying and tried to move on. You started hanging out with your friends and flirted with some nice men, but never got into a relationship. You didn’t trust yourself anymore. You had helped him cheat on his girlfriend.

You had just gotten off of work when you saw him, he was sitting down at one of the tables in the small restaurant and you panicked. You grabbed your things, quickly said goodbye to your co-workers and got out of there as fast as you could. 

He saw you leave and rushed out after you.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) wait!” He called after you.

You quickened your pace and so did he.

“(Y/N)!” He sighed as he grabbed onto your wrist, making you both stop.

You were crying at this point. “Just leave me alone Jungkook.” 

His features softened as he pulled you to him, sighing as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry. I fucked up. I shouldn’t have brought you into that. It just hurt all 3 of us.” He bit his lip as he wiped away the tears streaming down your face.

“One chance-” He begged, watching you intently for any reaction.

You shook your head, “No Jungkook. We can’t-”

He cut you off, “One chance (Y/N), please. I love you and only you. I was a coward. I didn’t want to hurt you. But give me one chance to make it right.”

You thought for a minute before sighing.

“One chance Jungkook. Fuck up and we’re done.”

He smiled and pulled you into a tight hug, pulling you as close as he could. You could hear his rapid heartbeat with your head rested on his chest. He broke the hug and planted a soft kiss on your lips and whispered, “One chance.”

Care for Me (Part2)

Tag List: @xx-thedarklord-xx @drarry0394

“You’re so daft!” Pansy screeched at him in one of Hogwarts halls, and Draco sped his movements. If he was lucky, he could be getting yelled at outside of the building, instead of inside where her voice bounces and carries. He was just able to step outside when nails began to dig into his shoulder.

“Ah, Pansy, what the hell?” Draco yelled out, yanking his shoulder away and rubbing at the soon-to-be bruises. He glared at her, weakly, before feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket. He studied Pansy’s face, taking in her furious look, and figured now was probably not the time to look at it. “What?” He asked roughly, turning and beginning his walk again, knowing that Pansy was following closely behind.

“Don’t ‘what’ me! You know exactly what!” Pansy yelled once more, and Draco sighed, eyeing the other students as they watched the two making a scene.

“Let’s do this somewhere else.” Draco whispered furiously, shooting a real glare over to her this time, and she just shook her head, standing in place and crossing her arms.

“No. We’re doing this right here.” She said defiantly, an arrogant gleam in her eyes. Draco just laughed in response, turning and waving.

“You do this right here, I’m heading over there.” His walk was met with an infurious sigh, though Pansy eventually caught up to him and followed him silently. It wasn’t until he was placing his bookbag onto the bench under their usual tree that Pansy finally spoke up.

“You said you don’t see anyone caring for you. But when someone tries to, you push him away.” He glances over at her, carefully trying to hide his shock, and studies her determined posture. He finally glances away, studying the book bag in front of him as his hand skirts over the phone in his pocket. Is it him?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Draco ground out, shaking his head. It had only been two weeks since the cafe incident, and sure Harry and he had been texting back and forth pretty often, getting to know one another. And sure, Harry had messaged that he hoped Draco would be there to support him for his home football game. But, for some reason, he felt that no one else knew of their silent conversations.

“You know who I’m talking about Draco, don’t deny it.” Pansy whispers furiously toward Draco, crossing her arms and walking over in front of the table, glaring as Draco sat on the bench. “Luna has been telling me that all Harry can talk to her about now is you. ‘Does Draco go to this class,’ and ‘What do you think Draco is doing right now?’ It’s bloody annoying having my girlfriend constantly asking me questions about you! Just talk to Harry!” She huffs again, and humour begins to fill in Draco’s eyes. Ah, that’s what this is about. Draco is getting in between her relationship with her girlfriend.

“I’m sorry your pretty little moon is more interested in me than she is with you.” Draco mumbles out playfully, though jumps when Pansy slams her hands into the table, glancing up and meeting her eyes. She softens slightly, realizing he was only playing.

“Oh, she is plenty interested in me, darling.” Pansy slurs out, grinning and taking the seat opposite of Draco.

Draco bites his lip, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his phone, turning it on to see the preview text: [Hey I was wondering if you wan…] was displayed along the screen, only showing the first thirty characters and the contact name ‘Harry’ above it, and Draco felt his pulse quicken slightly. “That better be you getting out your phone to text him, Draco.” He glanced to Pansy, shrugging and reluctantly sliding his phone back into his pocket.

“I had gotten a text.” He spoke shortly, opening the zipper of his bag and rummaging through it.

“From him? I know he’s a brave sort, hopefully he will finally text first since Merlin knows you won’t.” Pansy sputtered out, causing Draco to pause slightly. Alright, so she doesn’t know of their texts. That’s good, right?

“I doubt he’d ever text me first.” He whispered, knowing the opposite had happened, but also feeling slightly unsure of the situation at hand. It was hard to tell if someone was flirting with you through text, and though Draco doubted the man was gay, he had invited him to the soccer game. Draco was still considering whether to go or not at the end of the week.

“Damn it, Draco, you’re a catch.” Pansy crossed her arms and huffed, and Draco felt a vibration in his pocket again. Without thinking it through he immediately reached for it, unlocking the phone to read the messages.

[Hey I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today? Just the two of us?]

[I mean, if you want others around that’s fine. I just wanted to get to know you a bit better.]

Draco smiled slowly at the insecure second text, eyeing the words carefully. He quickly sent a reply, sliding the phone into his pocket and rezipping his backpack. Pansy began to eye him carefully, and Draco decided it was time to just get it out and over with. What’s the worse that could happen, right?

“He wants to hang out. Right now. Since you’re so keen on me giving him a chance, I said yes, so, I’ll see you later then.” He mumbled out, standing and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, keeping his head down to hide the slight flush that had taken residence in his cheeks. He heard a suggestive whistle behind him and rolled his eyes, continuing his walk and withdrawing his phone to get the place they were to meet.


“What the fuck are you doing here, Malfoy?” Draco dropped his head against the table in front of him, groaning lightly. Going to this specific cafe had Draco worried, for this exact reason. The cafe was located on the college grounds, and as such had the jocks and cheerleaders crawling all over the place. He already had trouble getting bullied just walking between classes, but now he was in their territory. They were bloody adults, they should act like it.

“Just meeting up with someone here.” Draco mumbled out, not bothering to lift his head. He heard the Weasel growl behind him and Draco rolled his eyes, lifting his head and sliding from his chair. “I’ll just be going though.”

“Oh, perfect little Malfoy, with his perfect grades and perfect hair.” A sneer was called out, and Draco turned and rested his eyes upon the Weaslette, rolling them once he noticed her expression was one of disgust.

“Oh, didn’t know you fancied me so.” Draco drawled out, moving to sidestep Ron and leave when Ron moved to block his path, the big brute.

“In your dreams,” Ginny growled back, and Draco let his eyes wander back and forth between the two of them.

“Technically, it’d be your male counterpart here in my dreams, if I preferred red headed brutes.” He clarified, thoughtlessly might he add, before he was pushed and stumbled into the table behind him.

“Fuck off Malfoy.” Ron grumbled out, taking a few steps closer to Draco.

“I’m trying to, but you won’t let me.” Draco growled out, righting himself and staring at the floor. Don’t provoke them further. Maybe you can get out of here with just a black eye. And almost as if he read his mind, just like that, Ron seething angry, reared back and let loose across his face.

“Ron!” He heard the shout across the room, and once the brute in front of him was distracted, Draco made to skirt around the two but ended up bumping into a wall he hadn’t realized was so close. He was trapped.

“Mate, what the fuck?” His mysterious saviour called out, and Draco rolled his eyes, wishing he could grab his phone and act like he was nonchalant about the whole thing, but knowing that last time he did Ron had broke his phone beyond repair.

“Oh, Harry, awesome. This is that Malfoy freak I was talking about.” Ron sneered, turning a wicked grin toward Draco. Draco didn’t take much in after that, the pain on the left side of his face not gaining his attention anymore, standing stock still. Did Harry lure him here to get bullied? Were their late night texts and well wishes all just a plot?

“What?” He heard Harry say, before shoving Ron to the side hard and taking the redhead’s place. Draco lifted his eyes toward Harry’s, knowing that he must see the betrayal he felt on the inside, before Draco schooled his features and threw his shield up. Of course he did. He’s a jock, this is exactly why Draco had walked away that first time in the cafe. “Draco?”

The utterance of his first name had the two Weasleys confused, and Draco lowered his eyes, shaking his head. His eyes watered from the stinging pain on his cheek and left eye, and he didn’t want any of them to see his weakness. “Will you let me through, unlike him?” Draco mumbled, though not making a move to actually go, too afraid of a backlash from Harry that would tear him apart more emotionally than it would physically.

“What?” Harry said again, and Draco rolled his eyes. The boy sure was slow to grasp the situation. A gentle hand suddenly traced his cheek, and Draco flinched, squeezing his eyes shut. No, don’t flinch. Don’t show weakness. “Bloody hell Ron, what did you do that for?”

It was now Draco’s turn to be confused, opening his eyes and studying the fierce anger portrayed on Harry’s face. Draco glanced over, noticing Ron’s expression, and was silently glad he wasn’t the only one taken by surprise.

“What?” Ron supplied unhelpfully, and Harry growled, shoving Ron hard and causing him to hit the wall.

“Why the fuck did you punch my date?”

Surprise (M)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 4916 words

Plot: It’s Baekhyun’s birthday and he’s in for a surprise.

Happy belated birthday, Byun Baekhyun. ❤️ This guy right here is the love of my life. My ultimate bias and the light of everyone’s life. I hope he stays happy and healthy forever. He deserves all the happiness because he blesses my life and many others with it everyday. Thanks for everything, Baekhyun. ❤️❤️❤️

It was the day before Baekhyun’s birthday. The boys were on their way back to their hotel in Macau for a show which they had just completed and a festival which they would be performing at the following day. The day of Baekhyun’s birthday.

Baekhyun engaged in conversation with Junmyeon, Xiumin and Yixing as the four of them sat together in the small van. The other five members were in a different van because there was no way all nine of them could fit into the vehicle. The driver hummed to himself, not at all paying any mind to the chatter resonating across the car.

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To Temper the Bad Weather

Request: “Hey! Could you possibly write a high school AU imagine (Kylo X reader) where Kylo has to leave the class because he got angry at what someone said and the reader is out of class too, she finds him and they talk? They could already be slight friends, if you could add some angst and cute stuff that would be great!”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: Ok. This is it. The fluffiest fic I have ever written. Enjoy

The hallways fell silent as Kylo sauntered down, his stride long and his chin up. He knew he ruled the school; striking either fear or infatuation into the hearts of onlookers with the slight scent of tobacco from his last cigarette mixing with his strong cologne. Black shades, a black leather jacket – he was the spitting image of a stereotypical bad boy, and you’d never let him live it down. Because, to you at least, he was the complete opposite. A sweetheart who became flustered with pink tinged cheeks and a bit of a nervous stutter. To everyone else he was a hard, mysterious figure, while to you he was just a big puppy dog.

“Hey (Y/n).” He uttered, leaning against the lockers next to yours. His hold slipped, and he tried to play it off by running a shaky hand through his hair.

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To Have You Again - Thranduil

Originally posted by thranduillover2013

38. “Because even the sun can wish to be among the stars.”

43. “Do you think you could be happy here? With me?”

A/N: This request was also sent with another for Sauron. It will not be posted until all are done, just because I have no idea how to write it. :)

Warnings: Mentions of war

Words: 1500

My bare feet padded against the cold, wooden walkways that weaved their way through the realm of Mirkwood, the light clinking of elvish armor accompanying my soft gait as two elves, clad in golden armor, silken hair flowing behind them, led me to the throne room.

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Till The End.

Best friends, 
Ex-friends till the end,
Better off as lovers,
And not the other way around…

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

info: min yoongi x oc
genre: angst, smut, fluff, ex-friends!au
word count: 3.2k
a/n: inspiration just struck me randomly for this and I had to write it. I don’t have enough Yoongi on my masterlist. Let me know what you think and as always, enjoy space cadets!

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pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | + | (completed)

pairing: jungkook x reader 

genre: angst, smut / idol au

word count: 5,553

description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated. 

“Jungkook and his girlfriend.” The words leave Yoongi’s mouth, and you immediately feel as if a hole has been punched through your chest.

“S-sorry what did you just say?” You knew that you had heard him perfectly clear, but there was something inside of you that didn’t want to register the words as real, or truthful.

“I said Jungkook and his girlfriend. They’ve been fighting so much these past few months, I don’t know why. Two years together, and you’d think they’d learn how to handle each other.” Yoongi laughs, but you feel the whole in your chest grow even wider.

“Two years?” You whisper, more to yourself in disbelief than to Yoongi, but he takes it as that.

“Yeah, long time right?” You don’t say anything as you try to turn all of your attention to the tears currently pooling in your eyes, and trying not to let them spill over. You trap your bottom lip between your teeth, and try not to blink, but it proves futile as you feel a wetness start to streak down your face. Yoongi sees the tears, along with the way your hands were starting to shake.

“Woah Y/N, what’s wrong?” You see Yoongi jump up from his seat, round the table, and pull a chair up next to you. He notices you trying to keep your hair down, so that he can’t see the way your tears were starting to flow faster.

“Hey, look at me.” He whispers, and you turn hesitantly towards him, but only slightly.

“Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” Yoongi takes his hand, and lifts it up to tuck the fallen hair behind your ear, putting your tear stained face on full display.

“I-I don’t know if I should, I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person.” You sniffle out, as the weight of the situation comes crashing down on you. Jungkook has a girlfriend; a girlfriend that he’d been dating for two years. One that probably loves him a lot, and thought that these past few months had just been a rough patch in their relationship. One that didn’t know that Jungkook has been cheating on her for months with some random girl.

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Hi there! How about #87 Dean/Reader :)

“Stay awake.”

The fight was over, the bitch was dead, all should’ve been well and good, right? Wrong. Her head had bounced off the cold concrete floor of the basement, a loud cracking noise sounding throughout the empty abandoned house. 

“Sammy!” Dean yelled, his voice breaking, much like her skull. 

“What? What happen- oh no.” Sam ran to meet Dean, crouching on the floor, hovering over her unconscious body. 

“Sweetheart, please. I need you to wake up.” Dean begged as her eyes fluttered open. “That’s my girl.” 

“I’m not your,” she sputtered, groaning and reaching up to hold her head. “Not your girl.” A defiant pout came over her features, making Dean smile through the tears pouring from his eyes.

“Not my girl.” He shook his head. “You’ve always been my girl. Now I need you to do something for me, okay?” 

She gave him a small nod and clenched her eyes shut, waiting for his request.

“Stay awake. You gotta stay awake, sweetheart.” He pleaded.

“Dean, I’m so tired…” Her voice faded as she unclamped her eyes and let her facial muscles relax.

“I know, but me and Sammy gotta get you to a hospital. I need you to stay awake. Promise me you will.” Dean was crumbling, trying his best to stay strong for her and for his brother.

“Promise I’ll try, Winchester. But I’m not your girl.” The right corner of her mouth pulled up into the tiniest smile. “You haven’t asked me yet.” She looked up at him with a faint glimmer of hope behind her eyes.

Dean took the hint, gently pressing his lips against hers, his lower lip molding between the two of hers, barely moving, just feeling one another’s kiss for the first time. They stayed there, faces touching, conjoined at the mouth, until she pulled back to take in a breath. Her last breath before her head slumped against his chest and her body went limp in his arms.

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Pairing: Nolan x Reader (i kind of blended two requests in one)

Warnings: angst, Sad!Nolan (I’m going to cry lmao), gets pretty smutty at the end tbh, but all around fluff

Summary: Y/N gets a surprise visit from Nolan when he’s feeling down and she helps him out of it. Things eventually escalate as well.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: This is rlly similar to my first Nolan fic, but I cannot get over sad fluffy Nolan so here’s another one to bless your feed with. 

P.S. Honestly, feel free to comment what you think or message me or hop in my asks (u can even be anon <3) bc I love you all and I’d love to talk to you more :)))



My eyelids feel heavy, sleep threatening to overcome me. I try my best to keep watching the movie playing across my computer screen, but it’s getting more difficult. I yawn, readjusting my position in hopes of waking myself up more.

I hear a knock on the door and I roll my eyes, thinking that my parents, off on a date night, forgot their keys. I make my way to the little foyer, swinging open the door and lazily rubbing my eyes.

“You know you could’ve just opened it with you- Nolan?” Shock undoubtedly displays across my features as I look back up.

Instead of the two of my parents, Nolan, my boyfriend for almost a year now, is standing in front of me. His golden blonde hair is terribly messed up and his usual beautiful blue eyes are distorted by shades of red. The evidence of tears splattered across his face and his thrown on pajamas tell me only one thing; he tried and failed to cry himself to sleep.

“Baby,” I say, my lips turned upside down in a prominent frown from the sight of the boy I loved like this. I usher him in, shutting the door behind him and grasping his face between my hands as if I didn’t, he would slip through the cracks.

“I’m so-sorry, for the short notice,” he feigns a small smile, a halfhearted laugh being forced past his lips.

“No, no, don’t be sorry. It’s okay,” I assure, my thumbs wiping away the remnants of tears.

“Let’s go to my room,” I suggest and he nods, allowing me to lead the way and tugging him along behind me.

“Is, um, an-anyone home?” He asks quietly, his eyes peering into my parents’ bedroom.

“No, we’re alone.” I smile gently at him, gesturing for him to sit on my bed. He does, and I kneel in front of him on the carpeted floor, placing my hands on his legs and looking up at him.

“What’s on your mind?” I query, cutting straight to the chase. The sooner I knew what was going on, the sooner I could help him resolve it.

Nolan flinches at my words, and I cup his face with my hands again. “You’re okay,” I whisper. At this point, I wanted more than anything to make sure he felt safe and loved right now.

“I keep replaying every single time I’ve met with Mo-Monroe in my head, and, ever-every time, it gets worse.” He places his head in his hands, my heart sinking.

“Nolan, baby, there’s nothing you can do about the past,” I state, squeezing his thigh through his grey joggers.

“But, tha-that doesn’t cha-change the fact that what I did was wrong,” he says, his voice breaking more and the volume of it getting louder.

“Baby, it’s not your fault that she wrapped you in her schemes. She took advantage of your fear. If anyone’s in the wrong, it’s her.”

“But, you don’t ge-get it. I caused people, people to die!” He shouts, making me take a step back away from him at the sudden anger rushing through him.

“See even you’re afraid of me!” He waves his arms towards me.

I shake my head, wrapping a steel-tight grip around his wrists. “I am not afraid of you. I love you, Nolan. You hear me?”

“Well, you shouldn’t,” he mutters, flaring his nostrils and ripping his hands from mine.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m a monster, Y/N! I helped Monroe a-and all the hunters k-kill those people!” He screams, pushing his hands through his hair and crouching down, tears brimming his eyes.

“You didn’t kill those people! And you’re nothing even remotely close to a monster, baby!” I shout back, the waterworks building up within me.

“But, I am!” Nolan uses the sleeve of his long sleeve tee to wipe his runny nose. He looks up and bites his lip, holding back any more tears from running down his cheeks.

“Well, so what? Not all monsters do m-monstrous things!” I argue although my throat feels like it’s giving out, kneeling in front of him and pushing back the hair falling into his eyes.

I place my hand on his cheek, bending forward to give him a gentle kiss. His mouth barely moves, his body still tense from the argument.

“You still love me?” He asks weakly, standing up and helping me up with him.

“How could I not?” I scoff, embracing him then looking up to meet his puffy eyes again. He’s the one that bends down this time, capturing my lips in a kiss and placing his hands behind the small of my back and behind my neck.

“I’m sorry again for coming over announced so late,” he apologizes, twirling a strand of my hair in his fingers.

“It’s not a big deal. I was just watching a movie,” I recall and a rather large smile spreads across my lips. “Actually, you want to stay over to finish it with me?”

“Are you sure that your parents would be okay with that?” He says, uncertainty in his tone.

“Nolan, my parents love you. They honestly do not care whatsoever if you sleep in the same bed as me.”

“Well, if that’s so, then why don’t you invite me over more often?” He asks, quirking a brow at me and moving closer suggestively.

“I didn’t know you wanted to so badly,” I laugh, placing the palm of my hand on his chest.

“I certainly would prefer sleeping with you every night if I could.” We both knew why too; he would sleep better if I were by his side, reminding him that he was safe.

“Then, you know what? Sleep over whenever you’d like Mr. Holloway.”

“You know that I’ll be over here every night right, love?” The deep chuckle vibrates in his chest, me being able to feel it easily by our close proximity.

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t mind,” I giggle, tugging on the drawstrings of his sweats.

“Oh, really? Well we should get started right now, then,” he jokes, putting his hands on my waist and pulling up the loose tank top a bit.

I place my hands at the nape of his neck, twisting and untwisting the short locks. My tongue flicks over my lips as he bites his own. I chew on the side of my cheek, my eyes darting from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes again and again.

Without any warning, Nolan connects his lips with mine, pushing me backwards until my back hits the wall.

He pushes his body into mine, pressing me into the wall harder. He starts working his mouth along my neck and jawline, taking his time to surely mark some spots.

“N-no, hickeys,” I manage to say through quickened, harsh breaths.

“Uh-huh,” Nolan responds, his composure a lot stronger than mine, which I didn’t like.

I grab his chin with my hand, pushing his head up to stop his mouth form moving anywhere else. My hands grasp his jaw, kissing him roughly and forcing him to take steps backwards.

I then shove him onto the bed, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. I press another kiss against them, then suddenly pull back.

“Wait, what about the movie?” I query.

“God, we’ll save that for later. Just come here already.”

I laugh, climbing on top of him, my legs on either side of his body. “Impatient are we?”

“Just a little bit.” But, I didn’t mind. He could be as impatient as he wanted with me.

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"please come home. i miss you." // that's what home felt like.

prompt list. number thirty nine. (( #39 ))
“please come home. i miss you.” // “that’s what home felt like.”

1,678 words 8,889 characters
summary: reader calls harry in the middle of the night crying explaining to him how much she misses her. she eventually describes throughout the story what home means to her when he’s around.

restless cold nights in your bed alone wasn’t ideal. being too lazy to close the window because it was giving off such a cooling yet uncomfortable breeze to the point where you were freezing. it also didn’t help that you were currently wearing just your underwear and one of harry’s shirts he left at home.

home. your shared london apartment with your boyfriend of three years. there was a lingering odor of cinnamon and vanilla from the spray that you had sprayed all over your apartment from the previous day. home was staying up on a friday night with your significant other and watching romantic comedies while you ate popcorn together. he would lay his head on your chest and wrap his arms around you and repeatedly speak about how he “got so lucky to have a girlfriend as amazing as your are.”

home was waking up in the morning underneath the same sun. the sun that would beam through the windows forcing you to groan and wake up. the sun never seemed to bother him but every time you tried to get out of bed he would immediately pull you back in. he hated sleeping alone.

and so did you. it was preordained that harry would be touring another country while you stayed home in london working and taking care of your shared apartment. however, that doesn’t mean you were strong enough to do it. two calls a day and text messages weren’t enough. and as the days went by your realized how much you were craving his touch. loving the way his soft lips touched your skin. loving the way he pulled you back into bed because he swore up and down the king size bed felt much colder when you weren’t around. loving the way the both of you debated on what the two of you were having for dinner that night.

that’s what home felt like. but he wasn’t there. he wasn’t in your home. and suddenly home felt like hell. you sat up in your king size bed that’s usually shared with your boyfriend before reaching over to the nightstand and turning on the lamp. you immediately grabbed your cell phone before unlocking it, the passcode being the day your boyfriend asked you to be his. it was a memorable date.

you immediately checked the world clock seeing what time it was in new york city. that’s where harry currently was. 12:43am. you knew harry like the back of your hand and depending on how he felt he could either be getting rest or staying up all night with band mates on the tour.

your days usually weren’t like this. you made the best of your days and you weren’t dreading the days without him. however, these months seemed longer than usual. it was causing you to wake up in the middle of the night just craving his arms wrapped around your body. you felt tears swell up in your eyes. it felt like they were going to become waterfalls coming from yours eyes.

your one motivation wasn’t laying in bed next to you. instead, he was on a whole different continent. you knew you should only be calling him when it was urgent this late at night but it felt urgent in that moment.

dialing his number wasn’t the hard part. the difficult part was waiting for his answer. well, hoping he would answer. your pressed the phone against your ear pulling your knees up to your chest impatiently waiting. it felt like an eternity and you were just going to give up and end the call when the phone stop ringing. your eyes widened before hearing his voice on the other line.

“y/n? isn’t it like 5am over there? why are you awake?”

hearing his soothing voice did nothing but make the tears come down your eyes. you immediately put your hand over your mouth silencing yourself but a small whimper escaped your mouth before you could and immediately he knew.

“oh no y/n. you’re crying.” he spoke, not asking a question. he just knew. he knew you like the back of his hand and of course you were the only person he didn’t mind interrupting his slumber. it was one of those nights when he was in bed early. you figured silence wasn’t your best choice in this situation so you decided to speak up.

“please come home. i miss you.”

you squeezed your eyes shut letting the tears fall down from your eyes onto your skin and bed sheets. you’ve never had nights like this when you called him sobbing your eyes out but this was a different case.

“facetime me.” he spoke, softly before turning on a light switch in his bunk. you immediately took the phone from your ear and pressed the face time button. maybe you looked a wreck but to him that’ll be the total opposite. you waited for his answer. it seems like the call connecting took years but your heart started racing when you saw the male wrapped in blankets inside his bunk.

“y/n my love. what’s wrong?” he asked. worried written across his face as he starred at you. tear stained cheeks cause heartbreak in his eyes. if there was one thing he wasn’t too comfortable watching it was his girlfriend crying.

“i-i just… i miss you so much.” you spoke, causing him to frown as he saw more tears fall from your eyes.

“hey now, i’ll be home in two weeks. you’re a strong woman. you can wait that long for me can you?” he asked. obviously the answer he wanted was yes. but in the back of his mind there was always a strong feeling of doubt building up. in his mind he knew for a fact that you would never throw it all away unless he had done something horrible to harm you. but doubt was a whole different story.

he was scared another man would somehow take her away from him while he was gone. his girlfriend was the most loyal woman he ever met and he knew for a fact the woman would never cheat on him. however, he knows. he knows how men are. some have this mindset when they see what they want and their immediate first thought is to take it. he didn’t want any man leaving an good impression on her.

“of course i can wait. but it gets hard.” you spoke, causing him to sigh. a sigh of relief.

“well, im not denying that. i suppose it gets very hard over here too. you know i don’t like-”

“sleeping alone..” you cut him off practically stealing the words right from his mouth. finishing each other sentences was normal after being in love for months now.

“neither do i. i guess i’ve just come to the sudden realization that sleeping alone is not my cup of tea.” you mumbled, wiping the tears from your eyes. speaking with him was relaxing and it gave you a sense of hope.

“you know i’ll be home soon. sooner than you think. it kills me to see you crying in the middle of the night over me. you know if i could i would jump on a plane and come see you right now.”

but you didn’t like that. you didn’t like that at all. harry had two happy places. two asylums. two heavens. performing on stage and being with you. you knew that having so many of his fans see him every night meant the world to him. who would you be if you were to take that away from his fans simply because you have a difficult time sleeping alone?

and he knew you didn’t like that. he knows he shouldn’t put his job before the love of his life. and he doesn’t. however, he cares about his fans more than anything. he sometimes finds himself debating which is more important. he knows that those are horrible thoughts but sometimes he can’t seem to help it.

“you know i wouldn’t want you to do that.”

“then you have to wait for me, love.” he spoke, keeping his eyes locked with yours. if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was right in front of you. everything has felt too real.

you nodded your head because you knew he was right. you knew that you needed to wait and crying wasn’t going to do anything but make the experience much longer.

“you know i would wait an eternity for you.”

“likewise. but you know i hate to see you cry.” he spoke, keeping his eyes on her examining her every feature.

“i guess i just badly missed you tonight.”

“in a few days it’ll be just me and you. a romantic comedy and eating brownies together.” he smiled, causing her to laugh.

he missed that laugh. he’d be lying if he said seeing her upset didn’t want to make him cry as well. however he stayed strong. strong for her.

“and morning sex. then breakfast.” you spoke, causing his smile to grow wider.

“i wouldn’t wanna miss it for the world angel.” he spoke, causing them both to laugh a little.

you smiled, wiping away tears from your eyes before speaking up. “i love you styles.” she spoke, holding the phone in her hands starring at him through the screen.

“i love you more.. try getting some rest for me? i’ll talk to you in a few hours alright?” he asked, making her nod.

“goodnight y/n.”

“goodnight harry.”

and with that the call ended. you locked your phone sitting it on the nightstand before turning off the light and closing your eyes.

and he locked his phone closing his eyes as well thinking of his return to you. how you were the only girl who dare call him while he was sleeping just to tell him you missed him. in a way, that made his heart flutter. someone who would wait for him no matter what.

that’s what home felt like.

Does This Make You Happy? - Alex summers pt 2

Summary : when the boy from the ice-cream shop swings by the school to see his little sister Alex gets mad and walks in on your sleeping, and confesses how wrong he was and how le loves you.

Word Count : 1k+

Warnings : cursing, angst, more fighting, angry alex

Prompt : (52) “Don’t look at me like that.” (55) “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

Pairing : alex summers x mutant!reader

A/N : omg so much angst, so much.

part one

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Originally posted by fyeahlucastill

You hadn’t seen, heard from, or talked to Alex in a week. After that day when you two -well you- ended things, you both seemed to shut down. You didn’t go to any of your classes, you didn’t go to any of your training sessions, you barley ate, and you couldn’t sleep. Alex was going through some of the same things. He wouldn’t go to his training sessions, he’s being a jerk more than usual, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t eat, he drank all the time. You missed him, god did you miss him, but you weren’t going to go back to him after what he had said to you.

At the moment your head was tucked in between your knees and silent sobs escaped your dry mouth. Tears stained your cheeks, your bed spread, and your clothes. This hurt a lot more than any of your other break ups did, and maybe it’s because you had seemed to have such a deep connection with Alex, and now that you’re apart it just hurt not to be near one another. Old memories and conversations ran through your mind, even little flashbacks would appear behind your eyes when you closed them. When Jean was around that’s all she could hear, she could just hear your thoughts and your conversations in your head, and they were so sad that even she stopped hanging around you. Your best friend didn’t even want to be near you.

Sniffling you wiped your eyes and got up, brushing out your hair and throwing it into a messy bun. You trudged down stairs, keeping your head down so that no one would see how pathetic you looked. You walked into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle and then going back up to your room.

“Y/N?” Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to recognize the voice that said your name. Slowly turning around you were shocked to see Leo, the boy from the ice-cream shop. Shit. You thought to yourself as you plastered on a fake smile. Leo jogged over to you, a smile on his rosy cheeks . His eyebrows furrowed as he looked over your features. No doubt your eyes were red and glossy, your cheeks were stained and dirty, you looked like absolute hell.

“What’s wrong? You look like you’ve been crying?” You nod slowly, taking in a shaky breathe to try and keep yourself calm.

“Yeah, um..that day that I was at the mall with my friends? My boyfriend I broke up because the relationship wasn’t making him happy, and this week has just been hard for me.” You sighed, blinking back your tears. Quickly changing the subject you asked him a question, “Why are you here? You’re not a mutant…are you?” Leo chuckled and shook his head.

“No, my kid sister is though and today is my day off so I thought I’d come by and say hi to her, see how she’s been doing.” You nodded. “You might know her? Her names Carrie?” Your face lit up.

“Oh her? God she’s such a cutie, much like her brother.” You mentally face palmed, your cheeks blushing red. Did I just say that? I did didn’t I? You thought to yourself. Leo smiled.

“You think I’m cute?” You blushed again and looked down sheepishly. Leo chuckled. “Don’t worry, love, I think you’re cute too.” You looked up with a small smile, but face a bright red by now. He coughed awkwardly and  scratched the back of his head. “Would you mind helping me find my sister? I have no clue where I’m supposed to go and I’m pretty sure I’d get lost if I went wondering around here by myself.” You giggled and nodded.

“Of course, she might be outside so we’ll go out there first.” Leo nodded and you started your way out to the back. When you got there you started to walk around and search the ground for her. A little while later you spotted her, pointing her out to Leo. A grin stretched across his face as he watched his little sister play with her friends.

“Hey, Care Bear!” Leo shouted. Carrie turned around, her eyes landing on her brother. She squealed and sprinted over to the two of you, heading straight to her brother. She jumped up into his arms, smiling and wrapping him in a tight hug. You smiled, wishing you had a sibling bond like they did, or a sibling in general. Leo put Carrie down and she turned her head looking over at you and hugging you as well.

“What are you doing here, Leo?” Carrie asked once she pulled away from you.

“Well I came here to see you of course, I missed my little sis.” He smiled ruffling her hair. She groaned and swatted his hand away. “So how have you been? Any progress with your powers yet?” He asked, sitting on the ground. You went to walk away, not wanting to intrude on their time together but Leo grabbed your hand, pulling you down and sitting you right next to him. Carrie giggled.

“It’s good! I can grow just about anything now! And the Professor even had me fix his favorite tree because someone blew it up!” She said excitedly. Leo looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. You chuckled.

“It was my friend Scott, he basically has laser eyes and he hit the tree that the Professor’s grandfather planted.”  You explained. Leo nodded, chuckling. The siblings talked for a while until you heard the oh so familiar voices of your friends. You looked over your left shoulder to see them walking over to you.

Peter whizzed his way over to you, hugging you tightly and shaking you. “She’s alive! She came out of the cave!” He teased you. You shocked his arm, causing him to let go of you and hold his arm. “Ow! No need to electrocute me, missy.” He frowned. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“Hey, Y/N it’s nice to see that you came out of the- is that the boy from the ice-cream shop?” Jubilee grinned, looking at the Leo and then you quickly. You shook your head, smiling.

“Yes it is, this is Leo, his little sister is Carrie.” You motioned between the two. Carrie got up quickly and rushed over to Kurt, jumping up and hugging him. Kurt smiled sheepishly and hugged back. I looked over at Leo who was still smiling.

“She thinks Kurt’s a cat.” I whispered to him. He chuckled and nodded. The group sat down and introduced themselves to Leo and told them how talented and cute his little sister was.

“So, you two dating yet or what?” Peter said, eating a twinkie. Where the hell did that even come from? You nearly choked on air at Peter’s words, and shook your head, waving your hand in the air.

“No, no, I’m still trying to get over Alex remember?” Peter rolled his eyes and you glared at him. You looked over at Jean who was staring at one of the windows. “Jean? What are you staring at?” You question, looking up to see who or what caught her attention. When you looked up your eyes locked with Alex’s, his were full of sadness, pain, emotion. You quickly tore your eyes away and looked down, your chest rising and falling heavily.

“He’s pissed, Y/N.” Jean says in your head. You look down, shaking your head. You take in a few breathes and then look up, blinking quickly in case any tears had formed in your eyes. You stood up, brushing grass off of your body.

“I- we should probably getting going, don’t want to intrude on you and your sister catching up.” You say, voice squeaking a bit. Leo frowns a bit but nods. You quickly scurry off, your friends close behind you. You finally stop in the front corridor of the mansion, your lungs constricting, not letting in any air. You leaned against the sofa, wheezing for air.

“Hey, Y/N why’d -oh my god, are you okay?” Scott asked you worriedly as your group of friends huddled around you. You shook your head, rubbing your chest.

“Can’t.” Wheeze. “Breathe.” Wheeze. Scott looked over at his girlfriend, and she ran up the stairs, going to your room and looking for your inhaler. It probably took her a minute or so to find it, but within that minute the lack of oxygen had started to get to you. Jean ran back down, pushing the end of the inhaler into your mouth and pumping the air into your lungs. You held in the air for a minute and then exhaled, your vision straightening out and your grip on the couch loosening.

“What the hell was that? Did you just have a panic or asthma attack?” Asked Jean. You shrugged, shaking your head.

“I-I don’t know, I saw Alex in the window and I just-” You whimpered, wrapping your arms around your stomach. Jean frowned, enveloping you in a hug. You sobbed into her shoulder, your body shaking violently with every exhale you took. The group backed away, only Jean and Scott stayed with you. You sniffled into her hair. “It hurts so damn much, Jean.” You mumble, pulling away from her. She rubs your shoulders softly, trying to give a reassuring smile.

“I know, I know, but you’ll be okay. You have me, Scott, the others, and hell Leo is like so over his head with you, he couldn’t stop looking at you!” You giggle softly, sniffling a bit. “You’ll be okay, just give it time. I know you still love him, you just gotta find someone that loves you the same way.” You nodded slowly, giving her weak smile. “Come on, lets get you to bed, you haven’t slept in a week.” You nodded as Scott and Jean escorted you to your room. Unfortunately you had to pass Alex’s room in order to get to yours.

Alex must have sensed you or something because as soon as the three of you walked past his door, it opened and a sad, hung over Alex stood in the doorway.

“Y/N!” He shouted your name. Jean pulled you closer to her side and Scott turned around, glaring at his brother through his ruby glasses. You could hear him slam the door, which made you jump. When you got to your room Jean basically tucked you in like you were a child. She fluffed your pillow before laying her hand on your forehead, and before you knew it you were out cold and the thoughts of Alex had completely vanished.

“What did you just do?” Scott whispered to Jean. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at your sleeping frame.

“I cleared her thoughts, it should help her sleep. I feel so bad for her, she loves Alex and the entire time it seemed like he loved her, but I guess now.” She shook her head, frowning. “Your brother is an ass, no offense.” Scott shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Nah, it’s fine, after what he said to her? He is an ass.” The two walked out, leaving you alone and sleeping peacefully in your bed. Or at least you thought you were sleeping peacefully.

Dreams of other girls touching, kissing, hugging Alex invaded your sleeping mind. You couldn’t even sleep without crying. Alex didn’t love you, he never did, and that’s what hurt the most. You gave him your innocence, your heart, your mind, you gave him everything. And he just fucking acted like he cared about you. Electric shocks bounced off your body, you shook as you slept, unable to open your eyes. You were trapped in your own little hell.

The door to your room opened and out of all the people in the mansion it just had to be Alex who walked into your room. He frowned when he saw you shaking and crying, knowing that he was the cause of your pain. He walked over to your bed, pulling out your desk chair and sitting in it beside you. He ran a hand through his tangled hair, sighing and looking down at his hands. God he was so stupid. He let you go, the only person he would open up to, the only person that wasn’t actually afraid of him. He let you go and he felt so stupid. He loved you, he really did, and those words he said to you over a week ago, he didn’t mean them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant what I said to you. I love you, you do make me happy, and I was so damn stupid to let you go.” He mumbled. Your back was faced to him so he couldn’t tell that you were awake.

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.” You mumbled, not quite sure if he’d be able to hear you or not. To your surprise he did hear you. His eyes went wide, and you turned around, sitting up in the process. You rubbed you eyes, salt tears washing up on your knuckles. You look down at you lap, fully aware of Alex still sitting in your room and staring at you.  “Don’t look at me like that.”  You snapped, finally turning your head and looking at Alex.

“L-like what?” He stuttered. You rolled your eyes, your e/c landing back on Alex.

“Like we’re still together, you’re staring at me the way you used to when we were dating. God you made it so damn believable. I actually believed you loved me.” You scoffed, shaking your head. “I’m so stupid for thinking you did.” You muttered. Alex shook his head and reached out for your hand but you moved away from him.

 “Y/N,” He sighed. “I’m the stupid one, I’m the one who let you walk out the god damn door. I’m the one who’s making you cry. I’m the one who fucked up, not you so don’t you dare say you’re stupid because you’re not. You are so damn smart, sometimes I can’t even understand you because you’re so smart and you make me full dumb whenever you start going on about something you had learned in class.” He smiled a little as he looked down at his palms, as if he was remembering something.

“Get out.” You say flatly. Alex’s head  snaps upward, his eyes glossy as tears brimmed his waterline.

“What?” He whispered.

“I said get out, if you don’t I’ll make you and you sure as hell don’t want to see how I’m going to do that.” You growled. Alex’s body didn’t move, it’s like his brain wouldn’t allow his limbs to move. Your eyes sparked, a warning signal for him to get the hell out of your room. When he thought he could finally move he made his way to the door, looking back at you before closing it behind him. You let out a shaky breathe, one you didn’t even realize you were holding in.

The rest of the day was spent trying to sleep and everyone slowly coming to your room to give your piles of homework and give you some food. Maybe it was because of the breakup or you were just so depressed, but you couldn’t eat, the thought of eating made you gag.

Around 5:00 - 5:30-ish someone knocked on your door. You wipe your eyes and cough a little before saying, “Come in!” The door creaked open and you were shocked to see Leo standing at the thresh hold of your door. He walked in, leaning against the wall and giving you a small smile.

“Your friend Jean told me you’re room number, thought I’d just come and check up on you before I headed home.” You smiled weakly.

“Thanks Leo, that actually means a lot to me.” He nods.

“So I see that you’re still crying over the idiot who dumped you?” He asked. You chuckled and nodded slightly.

“I actually broke up with him, but there’s no need to tear open the already opened wound, right?” You chuckled to cover up your heart ache. Leo shrugged.

“Yeah, I guess so.” It was silent, and then Leo spoke again. “Well if you ever want to come talk to me or something, you know where I work.” Leo winked, making you blush. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.” He said as he opened the door.

“Yeah, see you around.” You said. He walked out, and with that you were left once again with your aching heart and your sad thoughts.


[title] History

[pairing] 1940′s!Bucky x Reader

[plot] AU in which Bucky makes it home to his girl after the war.

[warnings] language, mentions of the war

[a/n] i didn’t edit this so if there’s errors just pretend like they don’t exist.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

[y/n] pulled her coat tightly around her, seeking relief from the cold September air. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, her eyes focused on a single crack on the concrete. Nervousness flooded her veins and occupied her entire being and he was all she thought of. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.

She hadn’t received any news or a letter announcing the death of James Barnes, but news travels slowly and it seemed like she was always the last to know news about Bucky while he’s been away.

Blood pounded through [y/n]’s ears and all she could hear was the dramatic pounding of her pulse as the worst case scenario fluttered through her mind. So she didn’t hear the approaching train, she didn’t hear the excited squeals of the women beside her waiting for their lovers and the giggles of the children, ecstatic to see their fathers again. It was only when a woman pushed past her to get a better look at the grinning men, sticking their heads out of the train’s windows, in hopes to spot their families or just to feel the patriotic buzz that the breeze carried in 1945, that she glanced up.

Her eyes shot up as all of her senses stung her at once. The train, the cheering, the rugged, but joyful soldiers. Her eyes darted across the train windows, hoping to spot Bucky early to put an end to all of this stress. She checked once, twice, three times. Nothing. She let out an uneven breath as she tightened her grip on her coat, needing to hold onto something.

And then all the soldiers begin to pile off of the train and something rises in [y/n]’s stomach and she thinks that she’s going to throw up because she watched them all flood onto the platform and she checked every goddamn face one by one as the relieved soldiers were welcomed home and none of them were him. Him. The man that had pined after her for years before she said yes, the man that treated her like she was a fucking angel on earth, the man that had promised her a wedding proposal if he ever made it back.

(His exact words were “when I make it back”, but [y/n] knew damn well that the correct word was “if”.)

It took almost a half hour to get everyone off, but it felt like decades to [y/n]. And when no more soldiers were wrestling to get off the train, [y/n] had yet to see Bucky’s homecoming.

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